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Authors: Catherine Bybee
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worried about her friend.
Simon stood and walked to her side. “Mrs. Dawson is a strong woman.”
Instead of backing away, she placed her hands on her hips and glared. “You ’re so arrogant. You’ve been in my life for what? Ten minutes? Mrs. Dawson ended up in the hospital last fall with angina. Her heart can’t take a whole lot of stress. Your little stunt today could have killed her.”
A trickle of guilt slid over his skin. Mrs. Dawson may be stronger than Helen believed, but she was elderly, and he ’d do well to remember that.
“I ’m deeply sorry for causing you worry, lass.”
Her chin shot up and surprise lit her eyes. “Good. You should be.”
Simon stepped closer and felt the heat of her skin. She smelled of the strawberry shampoo she used in her hair. Helen’s hands slid from her hips and fell to the side.
“ ’Tis time we clear up a few things in your lovely head about me.”
He stepped closer, and Helen, the wise girl, took a step back until her bottom met the edge of the desk. She reached behind her to steady herself and keep from falling.
Like a predatory cat cornering his prey, Simon towered over Helen, watching her body twitch and her eyes travel over his.
“Really?” Her voice wavered. After clearing her throat, she asked. “Like what?”
Simon licked his lips and glanced at hers. “I’m not evil.”
“Uhm….” Her eyes never left his mouth while he spoke.
“And I’d never lure a child into my presence.”
Simon leaned into her, their thighs touched and Helen ’s breathing started to quicken. He placed one hand on the table beside her, leaving her very little room to escape should she want to. From the hunger in her gaze, and the heat of her body, he didn’t believe she would.
“A woman, however, might tempt me to entice her attention.”
“I-I didn’t mean to suggest you’re some kind of pervert.”
“Yet your words said exactly that. Perhaps I should show you my desire lies in the company of women and not girls.”
Helen opened her mouth to respond, shut it, and froze.
Simon focused on her pert little nose and soft rosy lips. A firm set of breasts brushed against his chest with every quick breath Helen took. He wasn ’t sure who was breathing faster, him or her.
Her mouth opened again, and Simon moved in to make his claim.
In the next instant, a leg wound around his and a firm palm pushed him squarely against his sternum.
He hit the floor with a thunk, scrambling his brain and his aroused lower body parts.
“What the H. E. double L. do you think you’re doing?”
“It ’s called a kiss, love, or hasn’t anyone from this time introduced you to them?” With as much dignity as he could muster from the floor, Simon lifted his taut chin in her direction.
“I know what kissing is. Don ’t be absurd.” The blush rising up her neck spoke of innocence. An innocence Simon didn’t think Helen could possibly know. Then again, perhaps he was wrong about her.
Maybe the tough act was just that…an A.C.T.
Simon shook his head. Thinking of K.I.S.S.I.N.G . her was making him C.R.A.Z.Y .
He froze. Why was he spelling things out in his mind? He didn ’t care for spelling tests when he was in school, he certainly didn’t think of how to spell words now.
Helen must have rattled more than his pride.
H.E.L.E.N.
Without ceremony, Simon shoved himself from the floor.
“What is it?” she asked, backing away like a frightened child.
Innocent. Her body language screamed it. And he ’d nearly destroyed the trust they were building with a simple seduction. He wanted to reach out to her now and offer comfort, but he didn’t think she’d welcome his touch.
“The books,” he said, backing away. Best to give her some space.
Confusion raced over her brow.
He scrambled to the front of the table and gathered the books they ’d already examined. He positioned them next to each other on the table.
“What are you doing?”
“The answer is here.”
She
Simon stood and walked to her side. “Mrs. Dawson is a strong woman.”
Instead of backing away, she placed her hands on her hips and glared. “You ’re so arrogant. You’ve been in my life for what? Ten minutes? Mrs. Dawson ended up in the hospital last fall with angina. Her heart can’t take a whole lot of stress. Your little stunt today could have killed her.”
A trickle of guilt slid over his skin. Mrs. Dawson may be stronger than Helen believed, but she was elderly, and he ’d do well to remember that.
“I ’m deeply sorry for causing you worry, lass.”
Her chin shot up and surprise lit her eyes. “Good. You should be.”
Simon stepped closer and felt the heat of her skin. She smelled of the strawberry shampoo she used in her hair. Helen’s hands slid from her hips and fell to the side.
“ ’Tis time we clear up a few things in your lovely head about me.”
He stepped closer, and Helen, the wise girl, took a step back until her bottom met the edge of the desk. She reached behind her to steady herself and keep from falling.
Like a predatory cat cornering his prey, Simon towered over Helen, watching her body twitch and her eyes travel over his.
“Really?” Her voice wavered. After clearing her throat, she asked. “Like what?”
Simon licked his lips and glanced at hers. “I’m not evil.”
“Uhm….” Her eyes never left his mouth while he spoke.
“And I’d never lure a child into my presence.”
Simon leaned into her, their thighs touched and Helen ’s breathing started to quicken. He placed one hand on the table beside her, leaving her very little room to escape should she want to. From the hunger in her gaze, and the heat of her body, he didn’t believe she would.
“A woman, however, might tempt me to entice her attention.”
“I-I didn’t mean to suggest you’re some kind of pervert.”
“Yet your words said exactly that. Perhaps I should show you my desire lies in the company of women and not girls.”
Helen opened her mouth to respond, shut it, and froze.
Simon focused on her pert little nose and soft rosy lips. A firm set of breasts brushed against his chest with every quick breath Helen took. He wasn ’t sure who was breathing faster, him or her.
Her mouth opened again, and Simon moved in to make his claim.
In the next instant, a leg wound around his and a firm palm pushed him squarely against his sternum.
He hit the floor with a thunk, scrambling his brain and his aroused lower body parts.
“What the H. E. double L. do you think you’re doing?”
“It ’s called a kiss, love, or hasn’t anyone from this time introduced you to them?” With as much dignity as he could muster from the floor, Simon lifted his taut chin in her direction.
“I know what kissing is. Don ’t be absurd.” The blush rising up her neck spoke of innocence. An innocence Simon didn’t think Helen could possibly know. Then again, perhaps he was wrong about her.
Maybe the tough act was just that…an A.C.T.
Simon shook his head. Thinking of K.I.S.S.I.N.G . her was making him C.R.A.Z.Y .
He froze. Why was he spelling things out in his mind? He didn ’t care for spelling tests when he was in school, he certainly didn’t think of how to spell words now.
Helen must have rattled more than his pride.
H.E.L.E.N.
Without ceremony, Simon shoved himself from the floor.
“What is it?” she asked, backing away like a frightened child.
Innocent. Her body language screamed it. And he ’d nearly destroyed the trust they were building with a simple seduction. He wanted to reach out to her now and offer comfort, but he didn’t think she’d welcome his touch.
“The books,” he said, backing away. Best to give her some space.
Confusion raced over her brow.
He scrambled to the front of the table and gathered the books they ’d already examined. He positioned them next to each other on the table.
“What are you doing?”
“The answer is here.”
She
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